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"Dad, are you here just to talk about the Sheng family? If you don't have anything else, go ahead and do your work. I want to practice for a while longer."

Zhao Xi was not actually interested in the affairs of the Sheng family. Instead of wasting his time caring about irrelevant people, especially a "little fiancée" whom he had never met, he might as well practice martial arts here for a while.

Although the youngest son seemed to be growing up, Zhao Zhen had raised him with great difficulty. How could he watch his son suffer? He could not help but persuade him: "Zonghe is still young. It is the time for you to grow up. You must not tire yourself out."

Zhao Xi did not think that practicing martial arts would tire him out, so he said, "Don't worry, Daddy, I will pay attention. But now the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun are still in the hands of foreigners. If we don't take them back soon, there will be endless troubles. I want to work hard while I am still young, so that I can be qualified to fight on the battlefield and expand the territory for my Song Dynasty the next time we fight the Liao people."

Although Zhao Zhen did not want to let his only son go to the battlefield, he still supported his son's ambition.

Di Qing, who was standing by, clenched his fists excitedly when he heard the prince's words. You know, nothing could attract a military general like him more than fighting on the battlefield.

After all, since Emperor Taizu, most of the successive officials of the Song Dynasty have been inclined towards civil governance, and the status of military generals has become increasingly lower.

Now that the Song Dynasty has such a prince with strong martial virtues, there is no need to worry about not being able to revive the Song Dynasty's glory, reverse the downward trend of repeated defeats in foreign wars, and improve the status of military generals.

For a moment, Di Qing looked at Zhao Xi with extremely hot eyes, and even Zhang Maoze, who was standing beside him and serving him, looked at him sideways frequently, not to mention the person involved.

Although Zhao Xi was aloof, it didn't mean he didn't understand the ways of the world. He was just too lazy to bother. As a prince who was made a prince at the age of seven, he knew the basic skills of controlling people.

Although Di Qing was his teacher and naturally on his side, there was a difference between forced submission and true submission. For military generals, there was nothing better than beating them to submission.

Therefore, after his martial arts strength gradually increased, he would often challenge some generals to duels, and Di Qing, as Zhao Xi's martial arts teacher, would inevitably bear the brunt of the challenge.

Just by looking at the teacher's eyes, one could tell what he was thinking about. In order to prevent him from grinning from ear to ear for no reason, Zhao Xi had to quickly find something for him to do to divert his attention.

"Master Di, the winner has not yet been decided. Should we continue? This will also allow Dad to see our strength."

Although Di Qing felt that the teenage prince in front of him was a little abnormally strong, he could not be intimidated in front of the emperor, so he rushed forward with gritted teeth.

As for martial ethics, it does not exist at the moment. After all, you can't win no matter what you do. It is better to take the initiative into your own hands first, so that you can be less injured later.

No matter how calm he looked on the outside, he was wailing in his heart: "I don't know how Fan Zhongyan taught the prince. I don't know how Wang Jiefu could teach such a wicked prince. Is it really because I am too incompetent?"

In fact, just as he had been pretending to be strong outside, the other two, including Zhao Zhen, had been badly hit by Zhao Xi. It was just that everyone cared about their reputation, so they just envied each other.

After the competition, the loser was obvious, but Zhao Xi at least knew to hold back, so Di Qing only suffered minor injuries.

Feeling the "aftermath" of defeat, Di Qing wisely offered to resign. Anyway, he had nothing to hand over to the prince, and from now on he could only rely on actual combat to accumulate experience.

Walking on the road, looking at his handsome son, Zhao Zhen felt both gratified and full of longing, and for a moment he couldn't help but fall into his own fantasy.

If Zhao Xi could see his father's thoughts, he would be shocked. After all, who could look at his ten-year-old son and imagine what his grandson would look like?

After bringing his son back to his bedroom, Zhao Zhen let his son take a bath first, and then took him to Daning Palace to discuss matters and began to teach him how to govern the country.

Although his son often drew inferences from his own experiences and proposed strategies that were better than his own, Zhao Zhen still enjoyed doing it.

After finishing their government affairs, the father and son sat opposite each other. Although one was cold and the other was gentle, one could still feel a hint of warmth from their interactions.

Thinking of what he was going to say to his son next, Zhao Zhen felt a little embarrassed, but he had been putting off this plan for two years, and he couldn't put it off any longer, so he tried to control his facial expression, cleared his throat, and said:

"Zong He, I plan to posthumously confer the title of Imperial Consort on your biological mother, and I also want to make Zhang Xiuyuan the Imperial Consort. I wonder if my son has any ideas."

Zhao Xi shook his head indifferently. After all, he was his father's only son. No matter how the harem was, it would not benefit him. So he said, "Dad, that's your harem. You can appoint whoever you want. Why do you need to discuss it with me, your son?"

"But if you posthumously confer a title and promote her to a higher position, there will be two Imperial Concubines Zhang. In order to make it easier to distinguish them in the future, why don't you give my biological mother an additional title?"

Zhao Zhen was delighted to see that his son had no objection. Now it was just a matter of adding another title, which was not a difficult task, so he agreed immediately.

After talking about his own concerns, Zhao Zhen looked at his growing son and began to worry about his marriage.

"Zong He, you are getting older, so it's time to get married. Since you were already destined to marry the eldest daughter of the Sheng family when you were young, why not take advantage of their family's meritorious service and transfer Sheng Hong back to Tokyo as soon as his term of office is over?"

Zhao Xi responded indifferently, but he was secretly complaining in his heart: "I am still a handsome young man, how come I am so old, and I have a fiancée who was casually chosen when I was only three years old. Am I really suitable to be the queen mother of the Song Dynasty?"

If Sheng Chenlan knew what he was thinking, she would definitely spit at him. She thought who was willing to marry him? She gave him to two maids and wanted to take him home without any matchmaker or engagement. Did he agree?

Fortunately, the prince was just thinking a lot and didn't say it out loud, otherwise, he might have really killed his wife.

Not to mention how straight the emperor's back is at court meetings now that he has a crown prince, and how hard it is for the royal family to keep moving. At this time, the Sheng family is almost becoming a bustling family because of the series of happy events.

Fortunately, Sheng Hong quickly regained his sanity and quickly kept a low profile. Even for his youngest daughter's full-month banquet, he only invited some familiar families to attend.

Because of Sheng Hong's generosity, officials from all over Yangzhou benefited from it, so they all came together to congratulate him under the pretext of the full moon banquet: "Congratulations to Brother Sheng on his birth of a tile, and congratulations to Madam Wang on her treasure."

Among them, there was a special person. He was not a colleague of Sheng Hong, nor did he have any official title, nor was he invited. He just happened to visit Ouyang Yongshu. Ouyang Yongshu was impressed by his extraordinary talent and knew that Sheng Hong had profound attainments in calligraphy, so he wanted to help introduce him to him.

"President Sheng, congratulations. Not only did you solve the locust plague for Yangzhou this year, but you also got two daughters. It's really a continuous flow of good news. By the way, this is Su Mingyun from Shu. He has great calligraphy and literary talent. I'm bringing him here to meet you today."

Su Xun had no plan to come to Yangzhou. However, on his way back home, he heard that Sheng Hong, the magistrate of Yangzhou, had eliminated the locust plague single-handedly. He couldn't help but feel curious and decided to come to Yangzhou to take a look.

Sheng Hong actually noticed this stranger from the beginning. He previously thought he was from the Ouyang family. Now, after being introduced by Uncle Ouyang Yong, Sheng Hong was even more delighted.

Although his official position was not high, he always admired talented people. The fact that someone who was not a nephew of the prefect could be brought here by the famous Ouyang Yongshu showed how extraordinary this person was, so he immediately welcomed him in warmly.

During the banquet, everyone was toasting each other and the atmosphere was very lively, as if a full-moon banquet had been turned into a poetry gathering. Although Wang Ruofu loved her child, she was accustomed to this situation and was even delighted.

This was because the full-month banquets for her first two daughters were extremely quiet because of the naming issue. Therefore, she did not have high requirements for her own child's full-month banquet, as long as it was lively enough.

Before they knew it, the sun had set in the west and everyone had to leave drunk. Only Su Mingyun got drunk out of envy as he watched the Sheng family's descendants grow more and more numerous, especially since he only had one daughter.

After Sheng Hong sent away the last guest, he was told that the guest brought by Ouyang Yongshu was accidentally left behind. However, it was already late at night, and it would not be a good idea to send the person away, so he ordered Dong Rong to send him to the guest room in the front yard.

Unexpectedly, this stay would leave me with a close friend, and later on we became relatives without knowing it.

Let’s not talk about how dissatisfied the Madam and Chen Lan were after they found out about this, and how happy Madam Cheng was after she found out. Both parties involved were only vaguely curious because they were still young.

After Su Xun stayed at the Sheng family, he had a good chat with Sheng Hong, so he was not in a hurry to travel to other places. When Sheng Hong learned that such a talented person was still a white-collar worker, he immediately asked in confusion: "Brother Mingyun, I see that you have extraordinary literary talent, why don't you take the imperial examination and serve the country?"

Su Xun said a little embarrassedly: "Xun was ignorant when he was young and did not realize the importance of studying. He wasted a lot of time. It was not until he became a father that he began to slowly wake up. Therefore, at this age, I am still a white-collar worker."

Sheng Hong: "Brother Mingyun, although you started studying late, your literary talent is indeed not low, which shows your determination after you woke up. Alas, it is really pitiful for parents in the world. As parents, we always want to pave the way for our children so that they can have a smoother journey in the future."

Su Xun was a little sad: "It's a pity that I didn't wake up in time at the beginning. Not only did I waste decades of time, but I also didn't get to spend more time with my children. Now I think about it, I feel full of regrets."

When Sheng Hong heard this, he immediately wanted to confide, "Who said it wasn't true? Back then, when my eldest and second sisters were born, I couldn't always be with them for various reasons. Now I really regret it."

"Brother Hong, don't be sad. Your nieces are in good health now. You still have a chance to make up for it. Unlike me, who had three sons and three daughters, now only have two sons and one daughter. Alas, they are unlucky and met a father like me."

Sheng Hong was shocked when he heard this. Although his wives and concubines were quarreling a lot, fortunately the children were all safe and sound. Thinking this way, the eldest lady was still a very good person.

Unlike Su Mingyun, although the family was harmonious, the child was broken in half. For a moment, Sheng Hong spoke more carefully, for fear of bringing up his sad memories.

"Brother Hong, there is no need to do this. Xun has long since gotten over the pain of losing his son. What he can do now is to find a good marriage for his daughter and a good wife for his son."

“By the way, was this sachet accidentally left behind by Brother Sheng?” After saying that, he took out a roughly embroidered sachet. The bamboo pole on the sachet was the same size as a leaf and looked very abstract.

When Sheng Hong saw the lost sachet, he immediately took it and hung it around his waist again like a treasure. He then said gratefully: "This was embroidered for me by my sister Hua. Fortunately, it was found by brother Mingyun, otherwise I would never be able to carry it with me again. These are things embroidered by the children themselves."

Seeing his friend's eagerness to survive, Su Xun couldn't help but joked, "I didn't expect Brother Hong to love his daughter so much. I wonder what it will be like when my niece gets married in the future."

Sheng Hong picked up the wine in the glass and drank it all, saying indifferently: "If there is no accident, my eldest son-in-law has basically been decided. As for the future sons-in-law, I will try to find some from some noble families. I don't ask them to be rich, but I just want them to live a stable life."

Su Xun was a little tipsy, and asked, "Brother Hong, do you have any requirements for choosing a son-in-law?"

The half-drunk Sheng Hong had no idea that an old wolf had already set his sights on their cabbage for the sake of their little wolf. He said without any defense:

"I'm not the kind of person who wants to marry into a powerful family. As long as the family background is clean and the family is not well-off, it doesn't matter. The most important thing is that the young man has good character and ability, and it would be best if he can be steady."

Su Xun's eyes lit up after hearing this, and he quickly said, "I have two sons, who are the same age as your second daughter, and they have been very smart since childhood. The eldest son is lively and upright, and the second son is smart and steady. I wonder if I would be lucky enough to become your in-laws?"

Sheng Hong has been used to having smooth sailing in recent years, and his eldest sister has a bright future, so he would get drunk and chat with someone he just met.

When Sheng Hong heard that his good friend wanted to become his relative, he was overjoyed and patted his shoulder and agreed without thinking.

Su Xun then asked, "Which of my children did Brother Hong choose? If you don't like my son, you can marry my eighth daughter to your family."

Sheng Hong's somewhat confused mind quickly gave an answer: "The steady one, the steady one. This is the engagement token of our second sister. Keep it well."

After saying that, he took out a piece of clear jade from his bosom and handed it to Su Xun, motioning him to take it. After Su Xun put the jade away, he quickly took out a piece of jade with better appearance and handed it to Sheng Hong.

In this way, two drunkards arranged the marriage of their children in a confused manner. Fortunately, both parties were good people, otherwise, who knows what kind of disaster would have happened.

After Sheng Hong sent Su Xun away who wanted to go home, he knew he was in the wrong. He tried to please the lady for a long time before he vaguely told her the whole story.

"What, you arranged a marriage for Huaer?"